A certain Hong Kong hero of the world

"Okay, okay, I'll send someone out to help you find it. Let's agree first, don't come to my place during the anti-pornography campaign. You know that the nightclub I own can be said to be the most formal in Hong Kong Island."

After a few words, Wang Zuluo hung up the phone. Officer You, this bastard, looks more like a gangster than a policeman.

But Wang Zuluo has known him for so long, and the other party has never asked Wang Zuluo to help him "act".

The so-called acting means directing and acting by oneself, such as spreading some news to the big circle boy, or simply hiring the big circle boy to rob a certain gold shop, and then asking Officer You to set up an ambush so that he can get promoted and so on.

Or just send a few people over to take the blame, pick out a few difficult cases from the police station files, put them on their heads, and let the police station close the case.

Don't think this is ridiculous. In the Hong Kong Police Station of this world, this kind of thing is as normal as eating and drinking.

Otherwise, do you think that those anti-gangsters come so many every day and stare enthusiastically at the large and small clubs in Hong Kong Island?

Do you really think they are dedicated to serving the public good?

Do you really think they do it for the British police uniforms they wear, or to fulfill the oath they swore to the British flag when they joined the police force?

Are you really going to be loyal to the Queen of Britain and then put the British flag on it?

Hong Kong Island now has the final say of the British Hong Kong government, and it is a pure semi-capitalist world.

The American police's attitude towards their profession is not inconsistent with the attitude of the police here on Hong Kong Island.

The Royal Police in Hong Kong Island are affiliated with Britain. This status is just a job. Talking about honors and the like is pure fart.

That is to say, Officer You doesn't bother to do these nonsense things, otherwise Wang Zuluo will be very happy.

The black policeman is great, it matches Luo Ge's gray suit.

What Wang Zuluo dislikes seeing the most is Yuan Haoyun's aggressive behavior or Chen Yongren's and Song Zijie's persistent tactics.

Mong Kok Teahouse.

A van parked at the back door, and then a few bruised and swollen guys were lifted in.

"We just use money to do things. Bosses and gentlemen, please let us go..."

As soon as the tape was removed from their mouths, these people began to beg for mercy.

Looking at these scrawny bastards, Wang Zuluo knew that he probably wouldn't be able to find out any news this time.

These are obviously some fucking Taoist friends. These people are willing to do anything for money.

Not to mention that they were here to check the news about Wang Zuluo, even if they were asked to check the whereabouts of Commissioner Huang Bingyao of Mong Kok Police Station, these people would not blink an eye.

"Who's here?"

Wang Zuluo frowned and looked at these people, then turned to ask Duan Kun.

"These guys are not fellow Taoists from Mong Kok. They come from Wan Chai."

Duan Kun pointed at the guy who just spoke and said, "I gave him a few hallucinogens, and he even told me his home address and his mother's name."

At this point, he shrugged and looked at Wang Zuluo helplessly: "But these bastards didn't provide any useful information about who the family is."

Wang Zuluo nodded and looked at these fellow Taoists without saying anything.

He knew that Duan Kun would not have called him if he had not found the exact information.

Sure enough, Duan Kun put the suitcase he was carrying on the table, opened it and took out a small bag of powder.

"The purity of the things found from these people is higher than the Hong Kong dollars produced by Lin Kun. This is the flaw."

Wang Zuluo glanced at the fanboy and said, "A new fisherman developed in the Golden Triangle?"

Duan Kun nodded, acquiescing.

Wang Zuluo spat on the ground irritably. He was not afraid of those local fishermen.

Because these people have their own spies in Mong Kok and can tell what is a rumor and what is real information.

But this is not necessarily the case for newcomers. If they want to open up channels, they can only find cooperation with local snakes.

The biggest local gangster in Mong Kok, besides Hong Xing's Liang Kun, is Wang Zuluo.

Liangkun is backed by Hongxing, an established club, so outsiders naturally have less confidence when facing him.

But Wang Zuluo is now covered in gray, and in the eyes of strangers, he is just a big fat sheep that is easy to bully.

"Okay, since we can't find out anything, we'll send them to Tsim Sha Tsui to look for Feisha. That fat man needs credit recently."

Feisha has been contacting Wang Zuluo more frequently recently. Wang Zuluo also learned through him that the trainee inspector Wen Jianren working in Tsim Sha Tsui was going to remove the word trainee in front of the inspector and be promoted to the Central District.

Of course, Fei Sha is interested in getting involved in the vacancy left.

After leading the people out of the teahouse, Wang Zuluo suppressed the matter for the time being.

The most important thing now is to add fire to Xinji and get them to start fighting among themselves as soon as possible.

If they don't find something to do for them, Hong Le will be kicked out of Wan Chai.

Without Hong Le as a target, the uncles and uncles who will be remembered next will keep their eyes on him.

Xinji has been able to survive on Hong Kong Island for so long because not all the uncles in the club are idiots.

Even if they want to smoothly select a new leader, they have to set a target for the club so that everyone can speak to the outside world in unison.

Otherwise, if there is a civil strife, their Xinji will be seriously damaged.

Go out and get in the car.

Two Sabre-toothed Tiger bulletproof vehicles started up one after another, and were escorted by several commercial vehicles, preparing to drive towards the security company.

But before he could turn out of the street where the teahouse was located, a strange phone call came through.

Wang Zuluo picked up the phone casually. First there was a cry of panic on the phone, and then a familiar voice rang: "Brother Luo, save me..."

The voice belonged to Lin Yuxi, who had just slept in the same bed not long ago.

"Shut him up!"

"Mad Dog Luo, how are you? Is this woman's voice familiar?"

Wang Zuluo didn't speak, but his eyes narrowed:

"First tell me something, and then tell me your conditions. If I can do it, I will do it. If you can't do it, even if you kill her, it will be useless."

"But after the conditions were agreed and I agreed. If she loses a hair, for the sake of face, I have to search Hong Kong Island to find you!"

Listening to Wang Zuluo's words, the voice on the phone paused for more than ten seconds.

Maybe the other party had never met someone like Wang Zuluo, or maybe Wang Zuluo's reaction was different from what they expected.

"I know very well that this girl has been sleeping in your bed recently..."

"I'll give you a minute to talk. If you come to me, you must have heard about my style of doing things."

"There are many women around me, you have to think clearly before speaking!"

Wang Zuluo had no intention of following the other party in circles and directly interrupted him.

"I know Tan Cheng died in your hands, and I want his set of dollar bills..."